"Say all of it," she demands, finally taking me deeper. "Say you'll leave my family alone."
"Fuck." My hands grip her hips hard enough to bruise. "I'll leave them alone."
"The staff?"
"Yes."
"No more killing?"
I grit my teeth. She stops moving again. "Iris—"
"Say it."
"No more killing," I force out.
"Therapy?"
"Yes."
"Anger management?"
"Yes. Fuck baby, yes. Anything."
She smiles satisfied, then starts riding me properly. Hard and fast. "Good boy," she purrs. The words snap something in me. I sit up, wrap my arms around her waist, and thrust up to meet her movements.
"You think you're in control?" I growl against her neck.
"I know I am," she gasps back. She's right again. She has me by my fucking balls.
She leans back, bracing her hand on my thighs, changing the angle. The new position lets me hit deeper, and she cries out. "Promise me you'll love me forever," she demands, still moving.
"I promise," I groan. "Forever, Iris. There's no one else. There never will be."
"Promise you'll be better."
"I promise." She clenches around me, her movements becoming erratic.
She's close.
"Say you're mine," I demand back, needing something, anything.
"I'm yours," she gasps. "I'm yours."
"And I'm yours," I tell her. "COMPLETELY."thrust"FUCKING."Thrust"YOURS." She comes with my name on her lips, her whole body shaking. I follow seconds later, spilling inside her, groaning into her shoulder.
We collapse together, both breathing hard. She stays on top of me, her head resting on my chest. "You meant it?" she asks quietly. "All of it?"
"Every word," I say, stroking her hair. "You win, Iris. You always win." She lifts her head to study my face. "I love you."
"I love you too," I murmur. "More than anything."
Chapter 45
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IRIS
The grave is shallow. Ilay's men haven't bothered digging any deeper than necessary because to them, Daniil is just another problem they had to dispose of, another mess to clean up before returning to whatever it is they do when they're not following their psychotic boss around.
